Our life is no dream; but it ought to become one, and perhaps will.

But there is no veil like light--no adamantine armor against hurt like the truth.

The seed dies into a new life, and so does man.

It is not the high summer alone that is God's. The winter also is His. And into His winter He came to visit us. And all man's winters are His - the winter of our poverty, the winter of our sorrow, the winter of our unhappiness - even 'the winter of our discontent.

But words are vain; reject them all— They utter but a feeble part: Hear thou the depths from which they call, The voiceless longing of my heart.

He who is faithful over a few things is a lord of cities. It does not matter whether you preach in Westminster Abbey or teach a ragged class, so you be faithful. The faithfulness is all.

Until a man has love, it is well he should have fear. So long as there are wild beasts about, it is better to be afraid than secure.